she chose the restaurant
she chose the time and date
she chose my tux and her dress
she chose our meals
she told me to clean my car
she told me to shave and shower
she told me to walk and stop
she told me to talk and shut up
she hates my hair
she hates my clothes
she hates my friends
she hates my attitude
she took my xbox
she took my t-shirts
she took my CDs
she took my comfort food
she is ruining my diet
she is ruining my habits
she is ruining my mood
she is ruining my life
she won't let me get a word in
she won't let me call first
she won't let me see friends
she won't let me leave her
so how can i love her?
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
